Mal kissed her before she told him that she’d lost her license. Before, and that made all the difference. Made her wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him back like she’d dreamed of more often than she’d ever admit to, swallow his surprise with her mouth until his arms came up and pressed her to him as if he’d had the same dreams.

Maybe he had, because there was a softness in his voice when their lips finally separated a few inches that sent shivers down Inara’s spine. “I gotta say, I was not expecting you reacting like this.”

“Then what did you kiss me for, then, if you didn’t expect me to kiss you back?” Inara smiled, her whole body full of warmth and something very close to bliss. Her eyes slid shut with a happy sigh when Mal trailed a finger down her cheek, his breath ghosting over her skin.

“Don’t rightly know, except that I didn’t want you to leave again without… without…” He trailed off, but his eyes did the talking for him, and Inara nodded gently, curled her fingers in his hair, the memory of friends torn away without having the chance to say goodbye hanging in the space between them.

The words came easily, now, but there was no rush and for once no risk of exchanging hurts like they had in the past. For a couple of heartbeats Inara simply breathed, relishing the weight of Mal’s regard, the calloused fingers cupping her neck, the hand heavy and warm on her hip. Finally, she spoke, unable to stop herself from lightly teasing, “Does that mean you have plans for my shuttle, Mal? If that’s so, I’m sorry to disappoint you, since I have no intention of giving up occupancy.”

“You mean to stay?” A look of startled happiness began spreading across Mal’s face, and Inara couldn’t stop the smile on her own.

“I was rather hoping to, yes. And I’ll need a new profession.” Now he looked more confused, so she elaborated, “Because of my involvement in recent events the Guild has disbarred me. Apparently the Alliance made it quite clear I am no longer acceptable as a registered Companion.”

She couldn’t help the slight stiffening of her spine, although she managed not to pull away from Mal’s embrace. She’d decided to stay on Serenity, but now, after the kiss, she wasn’t sure she could stand any further disparagement of her chosen profession from him. Even if said profession no longer wanted her. A hand running up her back in what was almost a soothing motion made her look back up into Mal’s eyes. They were warm, non-judgmental, as was his voice. “It ain’t news that I haven’t any love for your job, Inara, but the Alliance got no business taking it away from you.”

It was such a typical response, all principled indignation despite his own disapproval, that Inara leaned up and placed an impulsive kiss on his lips. They parted at the slightest pressure, and she was lost, exploring the depths of his mouth with her tongue, getting to know the taste of him, the texture, the hitching of his breath. He had one hand tangled in her hair, pulling her to him with the other, leaving no doubt to his growing arousal as the kiss went on and on. Inara let her hands wander freely around his shoulders, enjoying the width of them, the tensing of muscles down his back, until she grabbed a fistful of shirt and pulled it free, allowing her access to smooth skin.

Something like a giggle escaped her when she slipped a hand down the back of Mal’s pants to explore a body part she’d admired more than once, and Mal broke the kiss to growl in mock-disapproval, “Something funny? Men don’t usually take kindly to being laughed at. Might hurt our delicate feelings. ”

Shaking her head, Inara replied quietly, “No, not funny. Just… happy.” Mal had obviously expected something other than this simple truth and was looking at her with wide eyes. Smiling, Inara took a step back, out of the circle of his arms, and pulled her dress over her head, grateful she’d chosen to wear only a simple shift and underwear. Mal tracked her movements hungrily, drinking in every inch of bare skin, but remained where he was until Inara teased him with a smile, “I usually don’t have to spell out an invitation like this - should my feelings be hurt?”

Shaking himself out of his stupor, Mal grinned and undressed hurriedly, pushing down his suspenders, taking off his shirt and stepping out of his boots. Inara watched intently from her bed, her pulse quickening as Mal unbuttoned his pants, heat pooling deep in her belly, and she trailed a hand over her breasts, her nipples hardening. Then Mal was on her, his mouth plundering hers greedily, his hands traveling over her body, their touch sending tingling sparks through her whole being.

Her legs fell open, and she wrapped them around his middle, feeling him hard and hot against her flesh. He fit perfectly, and before she could have second thoughts, Inara tilted her hips and allowed him entry. She’d rarely gotten so wet so quickly, so he slid home easily, and Mal cursed into her hair, making her gasp a laugh of sheer exhilaration.

The past years felt like so much foreplay, and for now she just wanted him inside her, filling her, which he did admirably. And to his credit, after that first moment of surprise Mal quickly rallied and met her thrust for thrust, pulling almost all the way out only to plunge back in. Their rhythm was faster than Inara normally preferred, but then, nothing about this situation was normal, and she dug her hands into Mal’s broad shoulders, enjoying the play of muscle.

She hadn’t expected him to be a talker, and he wasn’t, but they were both starting to sweat, and Mal’s breath sounded harsh in her ears, sharp gasps that were almost moans. However, he did say her name, hoarse and breathless, when she fell apart with a deep shudder and a wordless cry that seemed to go on and on.

He stopped moving long enough for her to regain enough control to catch his mouth in a kiss that she hoped said what she couldn’t, not yet at least, and from the way he wrapped his arms around her, cradling her to him, he understood. They were still locked together, though, and finally Inara used her legs to manoeuvre him onto his back, swallowing his surprised laugh with another kiss as she leaned forward, using her weight to trap his hands above his head. His eyes widened, and she could feel him twitch inside her. Grinning, Inara filed this reaction to her taking control away for later use and began rocking her hips. She moved slowly at first, moving her hips in tight circles, stopping Mal from resuming the quick pace from before despite his obvious frustration.

“You’re an evil woman, ‘Nara!” he finally bit out, but he did not put up any real struggle, just looked at her with dark, hungry eyes, pupils blown, and Inara shivered and leaned down, let her hair brush his chest. When she captured one of his nipples between her teeth, his whole body stiffened but his control held, and she repeated the gesture on the other side, swirling her tongue around the hard nub. He cursed in Mandarin, but it sounded more like a plea, and since lust was once again coiling tightly deep in her belly Inara relented and began moving faster, rocking back and forth.

She let go of his arms, and Mal used the opportunity to reach up to touch her breasts, the rough pads of his thumbs on her nipples sending delicious sparks through her. Then one hand trailed down her body and found her clit, and Inara dimly heard herself cry out, but she couldn’t tell whether it was just sounds or actual words. Mal seemed to love it when she lost control like that, because this was when he spilled himself inside her.

It was almost noiseless, but his whole body arched beneath hers, his eyes sliding shut, his hands gripping her hips so tight it was almost, but not quite, on the wrong side of painful, and Inara tightened her muscles around him and rode it out. Finally he was reduced to the occasional shudder, and Inara gently let his softening cock slide out of her body. His arms came up and held her close, trailing a hand up and down her naked back, and for a long moment Inara closed her eyes and simply felt the rapid beating of his heart against his chest, until his harsh breathing slowed.

Finally, he seemed to have gathered his wits again, but his voice was low and smooth, like velvet instead of the usual leather. “Now, I can’t claim to be a professional, but I haven’t had no complaints either, so allow me…”

With that he rolled her onto her back with one quick motion, and Inara couldn’t hold back a laugh of sheer delight when he dove between her legs, eyes sparkling.

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https://shirasade.net/fiction/fanvid-love-you-much-better/#respondSat, 05 Dec 2015 14:08:27 +0000http://pr0nandchocolate.net/shirasade/?p=1028I can love you much betterOh, you know, one day I'm gonna make you mine.
-Love You Much Better, by The Hush Sound]]>Author's Note: A light-hearted Firefly vid, because I needed a break from the angst after my last Steve/Bucky vid...

***Spoiler warning: shippy ones for the "Leaves on the Wind" graphic novel

Music: Love You Much Better, by The Hush Sound (edited, full length hereDownload:.zip (133mb)

Mal had really not intended to let it go this far. The job had involved going into a sex club and convincing the owner that him and Inara were a couple looking for some more... excotic pleasures. But remembering why they should have pulled out a long time ago became more and more difficult, what with Inara straddling him and his hands roaming under her skirt, encountering nothing but bare, warm flesh and - oh, gorrammit - moist curls.

He moaned into Inara's mouth and she responded by pushing herself against his fingers, simultaneously using her weight to rock against his erection. Mal was dimly aware of the approving chatter around them, then Inara's nimble fingers started unbuttoning his shirt and he forgot all about their audience, instead focusing on slipping one finger inside Inara. Her surprised gasp rather pleased him, and he kept going, adding a second finger as her thrusts became more demanding. She whispered his name when she started clenching around him, abandoning all pretense that this was just part of their roleplaying.

In part that was what undid Mal, in addition to the the pressure of a small, elegantly groomed hand slipping in between their gently rocking bodies. Mal bucked upwards and buried his face against Inara's neck, biting down gently. She tasted like cinnamon, probably some fancy lotion, and, even has he came, Mal suspected that he would have a rather interesting reaction to this particular spice from now on. If they managed to pull off this job.

"This should probably convince Mackey to sell us the stuff," Inara whispered into his ear as if she'd heard his thoughts, her voice tight with forced non-chalance. But she did not move away, and Mal did not make her.

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https://shirasade.net/fiction/christmas-fic-thingies/#respondSun, 24 Dec 2006 09:58:00 +0000http://www.pr0nandchocolate.net/fiction/various-fandoms-christmas-fic-thingies/Note: I sent out a few holiday cards with fic thingies (aka of varying length, but all short) requested by some friends and thought I'd share them today, in case my cards haven't arrived yet and to spread some holiday cheer around... Enjoy!

CSI: For – Sara/Gil (75 words)
Sara had always known that Gil wasn't very big on holidays, especially not one so fraught with memories of his Catholic childhood. Therefore, when, on their first Christmas together in Gil's flat, she woke in the morning to the sound of Frank Sinatra crooning holiday carols, and she walked into the living room to find a small but nicely decorated tree and a widely smiling Gil, it felt like the best gift she'd ever gotten.

Firefly: For – Mal/Inara (120 words)
The first Christmas after Miranda felt all wrong. Mal found himself even missing Book's sermons, but more hurtful was to see the shadows in Zoe's eyes. Kaylee and Simon did their best to spread cheer, but it was not much more than a halfhearted attempt, and River seemed to retreat back into her head somewhat. Therefore, when Mal found himself knocking on Inara's door late one night, he expected nothing but maybe a less depressing reason to be mad at the world. However, all teasing remarks were forgotten when he saw the tears in Inara's eyes as she opened – and Mal discovered that not much had ever felt quite as right as stepping inside and taking her in his arms.

For - Kaylee/Mal/Inara (100 words)
It had started one Christmas evening, when Mal had been feeling a bit grumpy. Book's sermon, albeit short, had bent him so out of shape that he'd neglected to thank Kaylee for the lovely dinner, which led him to her door late in the night, not able to bear the thought of having hurt the lovely mechanic's feelings. However, Kaylee turned out not to be alone, and Mal almost managed to retreat unnoticed – until Kaylee's sleepy voice called out to him, and Inara's dark eyes conveyed a silent challenge. Shrugging, Mal figured there was more than one way to apologize.

Lord of the Rings: For – Merry/Pippin (200 words)
It was the night before Yule, and little Faramir hadn't been able to sleep for excitement about the next day. The parties at Uncle Merry's were always the best! Faramir's tummy rumbled, and he climbed out of bed, intent on grabbing a bite to eat in the kitchens. Everything was quiet, and he felt very grown up being the only one awake. However, as he passed Uncle Merry's study, he saw a light and heard a soft voice. Curious, Faramir tiptoed to the half-open door and peeked in. It was Uncle Meriadoc himself, together with Faramir's father Peregrin – however, they did not really look like the Master and the Thain right now. They were curled up together in a big armchair, and Merry read something from a great big book. Faramir's dad seemed captivated, resting his head on Uncle Merry's shoulder as if he'd done it a million times. Sometimes Merry's hand would move from the page to Pippin's knee, but he never stopped reading, and Faramir felt the peace of the scene calm his overexcited mind. Forgetting all about his tummy, he finally tore himself away and went back to bed. His dreams were warm and sweet that night.

For – hobbits (150 words)
It was snowing outside, lovely big flakes that covered the ground like a fluffy white blanket. Pippin pressed his nose against the window of Bag End's coziest living room, where he was lazing about after a nice big meal with Frodo and Merry. Occasionally they could hear Bilbo muttering in his study, the sound mingling with the crackling of the fire Merry had lit before burying his nose in a book on herblore. A sudden knock on the door made the three start, and Frodo got up with a small groan, knowing that nothing short of an earthquake would get Bilbo to leave his writing be. When he returned, he had Sam in tow, dripping on the carpet as the snow he was covered in began to melt. Pippin went to the kitchen, and the four of them settled down for a mid-afternoon snack as the snow kept falling softly.

Lotrips: For – Dom/Elijah (100 words)
Even after several years in California and Hawaii, and although he loved warm weather, Dom could never get used to the climate in December. There was just something deeply wrong about being able to go outside in a t-shirt when everything was decorated with gaudy Santa Clauses and fake Christmas trees. However, when he got off the plane in L.A. and saw Elijah standing behind the Gate, wearing a huge grin and a t-shirt sporting Rudolph with a giant red nose, his holiday gloom disappeared. Dom yelled "Ho! Ho! Ho!" and launched himself at Lij, suddenly feeling very Christmassy indeed.

Sherlock Holmes: For – Holmes/Watson (50 words)
Watson counted himself lucky to have celebrated many joyous Christmas days in his time. However, the memory he treasured most (and rarely talked about) was of one particular Christmas morning, when he had woken from the sweet sound of Christmas carols, played by a violinist who usually scorned such sentimentalities.

Stargate Atlantis: For – McKay/Sheppard (50 words)
John Sheppard blamed Elizabeth's grandmother. After all, it was her eggnogg recipe that had resulted in the unfortunate encounter with Rodney under the mistletoe. Maybe, if John was lucky, Rodney wouldn't remember anything the next day. Maybe, if he was extraordinarily lucky, John wouldn't remember anything – especially not Rodney's taste.

And something extra for everyone...

Through the Desert - Billy/Dom (300 words)This is part of my Through the Desert AU, but set further along the timeline, when Dominic and William are no longer in the desert and have become lovers.

William did not cope with the cold well, and Dominic did his best to keep him warm. He'd been outside to gather firewood several times, making William accompany him to keep his blood moving, but now the snow was piling up and soon they'd be trapped in the house until the weather changed. They had enough food, and water was not a problem as long as they kept the fire going to melt ice, so Dominic knew they would survive– still, he couldn't help but worry that William would get sick so far away from the desert.

"Stop being such a motherhen, Dominic!"

William's voice interrupted his thoughts, and Dominic realized that he'd been pacing around the room, ignoring William who was curled up in front of the fireplace. The nose that was peeking out of a blanket was red, but William's green eyes were clear and sparkling with amusement.

"Instead of worrying about something you can't change, why don't you leave the weather up to the Mother and come join me here where it's warm and cozy…"

Dominic grinned and happily complied, slipping inside the blanket where William's arms were open and waiting for him. Soon William's skin felt warm against Dominic's.

Later, Dominic's head was resting on William's chest and he was playing with the band on William's right wrist, his fingers idly tracing the familiar lines in the leather. As William spoke, Dominic could feel his voice rumble against his ear: "You know what today is, mi piran? It's the longest night of the year. Soon winter will be over and we can get back to work building our new life. Together, the way it is supposed to be."

Dominic smiled and lifted William's hand to his face, kissing his palm gently. He was not worried anymore.